Looking at the woman before him, her delicate features, beautiful face, she faced his rage.
She was calm and indifferent.
In fact, Xia Zhisu was really not calm, she knew that Ling Tian'ao was a man of his word.
If Ling Tian'ao said he wanted to strangle her to death, then he would truly do it.
Her palms were sweating.
But Ling Tian'ao still threw her aside coldly.
He threw her with such force that her body was pushed several steps back before she fell to the ground.
She looked up at him.
At this moment, Ling Tian'ao was like a Satan enraged, she could even see the black wings behind him.
"Well done, Xia Zhisu. Even facing death, you still try to scheme against this young master! Just for that sentence, if I kill you, wouldn't I lose face! You're so smart, don't you realize that flattering me would do you more good than opposing me!" Ling Tian'ao's voice was ice-cold.
